"It was you who kidnapped my fiancée?" When Mu Hanyan was secretly angry, Zirong stepped forward and asked murderously.

"Are you talking about that woman? Yes, we caught her." The middle-aged man looked at Zirong with contempt, without any excuse, and said arrogantly.

"Go to hell!" After getting the answer, Zirong didn't say any more nonsense. She suddenly flew over and stabbed the opponent with a sword.

This sword was as fast as a meteor and lightning, full of murderous aura and unstoppable, containing all of Zirong's anger and hatred.

The sword's power was extremely tricky. The sword body hummed and transformed into thousands of sword shadows, each of which was aimed directly at the opponent's heart and vital points.

Even Mu Hanyan sighed secretly when she saw this. If she had not been promoted to the third level of swordsman, she would not be completely sure that she could take Zirong's sword with only the strength of a first level swordsman.

It seemed that the matter of his fiancée had not only aroused his anger and hatred to the extreme, but also pushed his potential to the limit. Mu Hanyan had no interest in exchanging any more nonsense with the other party and was ready to attack, but when she saw Zirong strike first, she stopped.

Although Zirong appeared calm on the surface during this period of time and never mentioned Yu Qingwan, Mu Hanyan knew that his heart had actually never been at peace. She could inadvertently see the deep worry and anxiety in his eyes.

However, he was not the kind of person who was sentimental, nor was he the kind of person who would become depressed or drink to drown his sorrows when he encountered a little setback or hardship. He knew that no matter how much he talked or how much he worried, it would be of no use, so he kept all his worries in his heart.

At this moment, the worries and anger that had been suppressed for so long finally found an outlet. If Mu Hanyan didn't let him vent them all, she was really worried that it would affect his character and even change his temperament.

She didn't want her Zirong to become the evil star killer who was so ruthless that he could stop children from crying at night in his previous life. Although her current Zirong was a bit shameless, she was still much cuter than the evil star who killed anyone who stood in his way.

Moreover, with the powerful fighting ability displayed by Zirong at this moment, there should be no danger. She just wanted to see how terrifying Zirong would be when her potential was unleashed to the extreme.

Faced with the sharp sword that was beyond his limits, the middle-aged man was also surprised. He obviously did not expect that a mere great swordsman could exert combat power that was no weaker than that of an ordinary first-level swordsman.

The middle-aged man flicked his wrist, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The sword was a dark grey, without a single gleam of brilliance, yet it gave off a strange and eerie feeling. The long sword trembled rapidly, and the sword light it cast was also filled with a sinister feeling.

"Clang, clang, clang..." A dense sound of metal clashing like raindrops rang out. Zirong's thousand-point sword stars, as fast as lightning and meteors, were blocked one by one by the opponent.

With a muffled sound, the middle-aged man slapped Zirong on the shoulder.

Zirong was shocked by this palm and retreated seven or eight steps before she could barely steady her steps. Her body was shaking constantly, and it was obvious that she had suffered some internal injuries.

"What exquisite sword skills, what strong strength!" Mu Hanyan was greatly surprised.

Zirong's sword strike that exceeded her limits just now was like a rain of pear blossoms, which could be called exquisite. Unexpectedly, this man's swordsmanship was even more exquisite. He blocked his thousand-point sword rain without any error at the critical moment, and finally gave Zirong a heavy palm.

The opponent's sword should have hidden his strength. Others may not be able to accurately see his strength from this sword, but Mu Hanyan can see that his strength should be that of a fourth-level swordsman. If it weren't for Zirong's extraordinary performance of the sword just now, which was completely beyond his expectations, so that he couldn't fully exert his strength in a hurry, Zirong might have been seriously injured by him.

"No match for her!" After injuring her appearance with a palm strike, the middle-aged man showed his arrogance again.

"I will kill you!" Zirong roared and rushed forward again.

"Zirong, stop!" Mu Hanyan called out to Zirong. He had only just escaped death because the sword strike was so unexpected, even Mu Hanyan was secretly surprised. He had caught the other party off guard. He wouldn't be so lucky this time, not to mention that he had internal injuries.

Although Zirong was unwilling, she did not dare to disobey Mu Hanyan's order. She immediately stopped and slowly put away her sword. However, the look in her eyes as she looked at the man was still burning with anger and hatred.

"You're smart. I'll say this one last time. Hand over those two men and I'll spare your lives. Otherwise, I'll wipe out every last inch of this village." The man pointed his sword at Mu Hanyan and said arrogantly.

"You won't have a chance to say it again." Mu Hanyan slowly drew out her sword and looked at him as if he were a dead man.

"I didn't want to kill anyone today, but since you are looking for death, you can't blame me." The middle-aged man understood the meaning of Mu Hanyan's words, and a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes. He said with a grin.

"Master, why don't we attack together? No matter how strong he is, he may not be our opponent." Seeing the sinister smile on the middle-aged man's mouth, the head of the Fang family said uneasily.

Mu Hanyan had originally saved and taken in the Fang family, and now she had become the clan leader followed by their Fang family. Of course, he didn't want to see Mu Hanyan take risks.

"No need." As soon as Mu Hanyan finished speaking, she swung her sword.

When dealing with such an opponent, the more people there are, the better. After all, the strength of the Fang family head and others is much weaker. If they act together, they will not be able to help much, and there is a greater possibility that they will make things worse.

The sword light was like snow, frost and snow were dancing, and the air around it became cold.

When Mu Hanyan was still at the level of a swordsman, he had comprehended the sword-transforming technique of Frost and Snow Dance with the help of the Hanxiao Sword. Although he was not using the Hanxiao Sword this time, with the strength of a third-level swordsman, this sword-transforming technique was even more powerful. Wherever the sword energy went, the frost and snowflakes became substantial, which was completely different from the previous phantom shadows.

"A third-level swordsman is indeed quite confident, but unfortunately, I am only a fourth-level swordsman!" The middle-aged man laughed wildly and slashed out with a sword.

The stronger the cultivators in the Holy Court Continent are, the harder it is to get promoted. Although the difference between the third and fourth level sword masters is only one level, for ordinary people, this level of difference may be a world of difference. This is also an open secret in the Holy Court Continent.

Therefore, he did not take Mu Hanyan's third-level swordsman strength seriously at all.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice that after he reported his strength, not to mention Hua Yue and the others, even the previously worried head of the Fang family showed a look of disapproval.

Having previously failed to discern his true strength, and hearing his brazen boasts about wiping out the entire Fang Village, the Fang Family Head was honestly a bit frightened. However, when he boasted about his own strength, it was revealed that he was only a fourth-rank swordsman.